My heart shattered into a million pieces when I pushed open the door to the college storeroom, expecting to surprise Aarav with a quick make-out session after class. Instead, I froze, tears instantly blurring my vision. There he was, my boyfriend of two years, pants around his ankles, thrusting into that slutty cheerleader from my hostel. Her legs wrapped around his waist, moaning like a bitch in heat.

"Aarav? What the fuck?", I choked out, but he just glanced over, barely pausing.

"Babe, it's not what it looks like—Fuckkk, she is clenching on me. Oh my god, yes", he thirsted with rapid pace while The cheerleader smirked, clawing his back. I turned and ran, sobs wracking my body, straight to his house to grab my stuff and end this nightmare.

I burst through the front door—his family knew me well enough that I had a key—and collapsed onto the couch in the living room, mascara-streaked tears soaking my shirt. That's when his Grandfather Anand shuffled in from the kitchen, his kind eyes widening behind his glasses. He was in his seventies but still sturdy, with a warm smile that always made me feel safe.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong? You look like the world's ending", I threw myself into his arms, blubbering the whole story—the storeroom, the cheating, how Jake had been my everything.

"Oh, honey, that boy's a fool. You deserve the best, not some punk who can't keep it in his pants. Let it out—cry on old Grandpa", He held me close, stroking my hair.